Ghost girl…

This was when I was around 17 years old. My parent move us in to our first house after living so long in an apartment. The house had 3 bedrooms and one bathroom. I was sharing a room with my sister, she was 16 year old . My two brother were sharing the room next to ours. my parents room was across the hallway. My room had the only window a/c unit. Our bedroom was the smallest bedroom and we only had a bunkbed an old tv, those  old one that had the wooden box arround and with the  big knobs. After a week I was watching tv late one night and the tv out of nowhere turn off. I thought the tv had a short and went to sleep. The next week weird things started to happend. My sister was taking a shower and the light in the bathroom when off. Next my dad saw my room light started to turn on and off with out nobody being in the room. A few days pass and nothing else happend. my mom put me and my sister to help her clean out the attic. The people that used to live in that house left some old boxes that had the name of Jackie on them. When we open them we found that they where full of girl clothes and toys. The people that used to live in that house had 3 boys and no girl. That night thing started to get weirder and weirder . my tv started to turn on and off and my dad unpluged it but you still here the static of it. The light in the room started to turn on and off my sister and I decided to sleep in the living room and thats when we saw her for the first time. my sister look to the hallway and saw a little girl walk from my parents room to our room. She told me and I din’t belived her. we spend that night with our cover over our heads. That night around  four in the morning I wake up to some laughters and giggles of a little girl. I got off the sofa when i saw her in the bathroom door calling me with her little hands.  She was wearing a white gown with little bears on it, her hair was red and loose wildly aroud her little face. I try to wake up my sister but as soon as she look the little girl was gone. The next day I told her about the little girl and my sister agreed with me, on how the little girl looked. We told our mom and she didn’t belived us. The next night my brothers and my dad camp out at the living room with us and thats when they saw her. My dad told my mom we needed to move but my mom say no that she was going to find out what was going on. My mom call the realtor and he told her that the other people had a little girl and that she died drown in the bath tub. my mom call a pastor and he told her that she needed to get those boxes out of the house. After she did that the pastor blessed the house and we never saw the little girl…The end.